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The Beast In Beauty
The beast within us all hides away
The beauty that everyone sees is what stays
Beauty is the facade that shields the beast
And, when it comes to uncovering it, worry is, of your problems, the least
But when the beast resurfaces, the beauty disappears
People are blinded by the beauty
That they have forgotten the humanity
So, when you choose which one to show, choose wisely
As it will make your life lively
Be who you want to be
And let everyone see the you that you want them to see
And be who you are, beauty or not
Because the beast in all of us needs to come out eventually. Even in a little spot
Elisheva and Megh
Beauty. Is it real? Is it really "in the eye of the beholder"?
If so, I'd rather not carry that on my shoulder
I'd rather say: beauty is in the eye of the one who sees themselves as beautiful
If they don't, then don't, that string, pull
Beauty is the unexplainable
But NOT the unattainable
My definition of beauty is not what everyone sees
Beauty is in the honey, and, some might say, not the bees
Beauty is in what you create
If you create something beautiful, then THAT'S first rate
If you don't, please don't go home crying
Because beauty is not only on the outside; it's also on the inside and I'm not lying
So, in summation, beauty is what you create to be beautiful to YOU
And not someone else. ...
Say "I love you":
Love is only a four letter word
But it means so much to the person that heard
So, say "I love you"
It won't bite you later if you do
Say "I love you" with all of your heart
Because, if you don't, that's where it all starts
The pain, the anguish, the tears
It washes away what's left of your years
Say "I love you" with no hesitation
I won't force it on you, because that causes trepidation
So, say "I love you" with no worry
Because I'm sure whomever you said it to will say it back to you in a hurry
Say "I love you" with love in your eyes
Because whomever gets you is a lucky "prize"
And it's only a chance in a million that you'll find that special someone
But saying "I love ...
13 reasons why someone would lie:
1: to get out of saying the truth because it will hurt another
To get out of hurting another sister or brother
2: to not know what the truth is because your whole life is a lie
Everything you say is something to hide the truth. It's either do or die
3: to say you're not lying when you are is a lie
Sometimes there are no reasons why
4: to save a (wo)man from the truth
All of these things hit our youth
5: to not know anything different than lying
Is it the truth when I'm trying?
6: to not know the definition of lying and saying the truth
Even lying can be uncouth
7: to be afraid of admitting your vulnerable side
From this, sometimes you have a right to h...
Ever since I was young, I felt alone
Not part of the crowd; all my own
Standing on my own was the hard part
But that's only the beginning and that's where it starts
Until I met you, I was alone
But I did not moan or groan
The only thing I did was be your friend
And we were, what felt like, friends to the end
But life intervened, and I don't think we're friends anymore
I'm not sure about that, though, so don't roar an angry roar
When I felt alone, I felt like a different color then the average man
But that was part of God's plan
So, your friendship brightened up my day
I no longer felt "out of the way"
And my color changed to match yours
If we're still friends, our color is the thing that s...
Everyone craves attention on this earth
But craving attention won't show you your worth
You're worth much more than that
And that's a true fact
Person 'A' needs attention because s/he lacks it at home
Person 'B' has too much attention, and puts it in a poem
Person 'C' needs attention because s/he isn't getting too much of it
Person 'D' needs attention because s/he cannot sit
I get that we all crave attention, but we need to learn to crave it less
I think that is best
So, this poem ends now on a note that might not be so pleasant
Please don't wrap this poem in a present
Love is a funny thing
It takes on its own being
It fills you up with this fuzziness no one can describe
And, when you feel this love, no one can be bribed
It's this emotional feeling that no one has found a cure for
Is it in the brain, or is it in the core?
The core of your being, is another guess they take
But, that one, is a bit of a mistake
It's a feeling in the heart that no one can touch
Even the one feeling it can't touch it when it gets too much
It hurts like nobody's business, this feeling called love
No matter where it comes from. Even from Above
No cure can be found for it
Even a love specialist cannot cure it
But it's a feeling that has to be felt at some point in this life
How do I identify myself?
I think it's best to call me by my name
But that's not the way to everlasting "fame"
I think my name might be what makes me, me
But it isn't my identity
I think I am someone who likes books
But that's not how you identify a possible crook
You see, I stole someone's heart
But that doesn't make me different or apart
What makes me, me?
What is my identity?
Who am I to me and not the people on this earth?
Who am I to say my self-worth?
My identity is not who I am to me
It is how I perceive myself in this reality
So, I am me and all that, that encompasses
I don't have to take classes
To know that, that is who I am
I am, after all, a madam
(Inspired by a lettrist)
Without such a thing called judgement, what would you say to people who have hurt you? Be nice, though.
Tag it with 'no judgement'.
"I have fallen in love with someone who is hiding inside of you."
I have fallen in love with you
Although that took time, it is still true
I only wish you'd shown me your soul
I know our love is everlasting, but it has taken a good toll
God keeps me safe:
God is by my side
From me, He doesn't hide
I know this for sure
Because, from me, He hasn't closed any doors
The only doors He closed, are the ones I am not supposed to open
I don't have the key, so all is golden
I'm glad He doesn't hide from me
Even though, technically speaking, Him, I cannot see
But He's still there
I feel His presence everywhere
Sometimes, I don't, but other times, I do
And, during those times, I feel Him closer too
He keeps me safe in His arms
Making sure I don't cause any alarms
Because, you see, I tend to be more into the in's than the out's
I don't even know what that's about
I just know that I should be more like Him and less like me
In order to ...
I miss you so much
I feel like my heart has been touched
In a way that cannot be healed
Unless you come back to me, then I might be able to deal
It hurts too much to be without you
You helped me change for the better, and I want that in a relationship too
There is nothing like the present to think about the past
And there is nothing like the past to think about the present
Love and what it has done for me this past year
It has made itself known to me crystal clear
I've been hurt by loves warm embrace
It made me have tears on my face
But love did have its bright side
Even though, I do feel, with it, a divide
I still love with all of my heart
It's just harder for me when it starts
It breaks my heart to say this
But the love of a certain man, I do miss
I want him back badly
But does he want me?
That's a question for a different time
This ends the rhyme
The last time I was me was not even a second ago
Time runs very slow
But the last time I felt like me was more then five years ago
Time runs slow
But does time actually run?
How does time get the job done?
By walking? No. By running? No
Time is slow
Once you think about it, time is just a figment of our imagination
It can even cause frustration
That's why we say it runs, because, otherwise, it'd be too slow
Time is... slow
But, back to the topic at hand
I want you all to understand
My predicament is not the sweetest
Nor is it the neatest
But since time is slow, I can take my time
And I'll finish, and finally feel like myself, in my prime
But that's not what I want to do
Even if time is sl...
I remember when things were not the same
I remember a totally different ballgame
But I remember my fun times too
I remember them through an adult view
But I remember things were different than they are now
I remember a totally different time period and I don't know how
I guess because it's my memory that I'm accessing
Even though this memory is hard to bring
Bring back to the front of my brain
But I remember, back then, they didn't label me as insane
I was just plain old me
Then, a younger version of what you see today, if you can see
But I remember...
All my life, I've been wondering if I will ever find a friend
That will stick with me to the end
You see, I am unique and it's very hard for me to socialize
At least, that's what the doctors think since that's what they see through their eyes
Someone who can't socialize like you, or them
But, I am "normal"; I'm just a different type of gem
There are crystals, diamonds, to name a few
I am just not the same as you
I am my own version of a gem that's unique
And, whatever doctors say, is just how they speak
If they label me a certain label, it doesn't mean I am that label
It means I am me and I am able
So, I have found friends that stick with me
I'm glad, with them, I get to just be
There's a magical place somewhere deep inside earth
It's hard to guess what it is, but it does exist
I imagine you're thinking "what can it possibly be?"
Well, I'll tell you with a "it isn't" list
It isn't the clouds, but it is as fluffy
It isn't the water, but it is as calm
It isn't the trees, but it is as hard
It isn't your hand, but you can hold it in your palm
It isn't something of this earth, but it still is made here
I imagine that by now you're thinking "how can that be?"
Well, I'll tell you: it's a book, so it isn't really of this earth
But it is, if you know what I mean, and it takes you to places only your eyes can see
When I see birds fly
In the sky
I wonder "can I?
Or are birds the only creatures that can fly?"
When you look in the mirror
And all you see is something bad
You aren't really looking
At what you had
When you see a rose
And all you're concentrating on is its thorns
You're not really looking at its beauty
It's been this way since it was born
Walking on a tightrope, not looking down
Making sure my smile stays exactly where it is
Making sure I don't frown
And making sure no eyes do I miss
Taking into consideration how I am walking so I don't fall
I stand erect while my hands are stretched out to balance me
By standing erect, I also stand, and look, tall
But, inside, isn't what you see
The audience claps as I finish walking on the tightrope and I breathe a heavy sigh
Because I didn't just finish walking on a tightrope; there was more to it
To the audience, I just finished the greatest part of the show and now, they'll have what to say as the day goes by
But, by me, I'm faking a smile and I'm managing to fake it bit by bit
Building a house without a root
Is like going out in the rain without boots
You'll get wet and that's never what you need
If you're reading this, then continue to read
Without the houses "roots", shall we say
It won't last long; you'll have to move today
So, please make sure your "roots" before you move in
That way, it's an easy win
Now, if we have our roots planted very deeply into the ground
Then, we're able to build and astound
Astound the people around us that we changed so fast
Our roots are one of the things that help us last
So, dig deep, guys, because this poem isn't quite yet done
If you're missing out, come and join in the fun
And now, if you joined the fun, let me get this poem ...
A root is planted deep in the ground
A tree grows while possibly not making many sounds
It grows and grows until, one day, it stops
The leaves fall and, on the ground, they drop
We, as humams, can grow too
With one main root among another few
These roots are what build us into who we're meant to be
And, one day, we give back to the earth what we have grown for humanity
You played me
That, I can now see
So, everyone wants to play the game
For their moment of fame
But it is a shame
Because we're not to blame
If the brain could talk and see the world today
What do you think it would say?
Do you think it would be happy with what it sees?
Or do you think it would be sad and feel as if it were stung by the bees?
What would you tell yourself in five years time?
Would you be proud to call yourself in your prime?
Would you tell yourself that life is worth living?
Would you tell yourself you're worth giving?
You're worth giving of yourself to another, in a good way
Would you tell your older self that today?
What would you tell your older self in five years time? If you could travel to five years from now, what would you say? Tag it with #5years.
Thank you and God bless!
What would I tell the president of the USA?
That he, or she, should know we are a nation under God and not a nation under them
Yes, they do have what we don't, but that doesn't mean a thing
If they realize this and treat us like we should be treated, they're considered a true gem
I would tell the president of the USA to make us feel like equals when they talk to us
We're, after all, all humans and not different than one another
Yes, we have different colored skin, or we're different in "status", but we all bleed red
We are all sisters and brothers not from the same father or mother
I would tell the president of the USA that, although he, or she, holds a status and might think that, that mea...
The voice in my head
Is the thing that should go to bed
But it continues talking like nothing's going on
It contunues with it's chatter and i want it gone
It might seem useful to you, but it isn't to me
Because, it drives me crazy
It just continues chattering on and on without stopping
I just wish the connection would be dropping
But it is a useful thing and god did give it to me
So, i guess i will live on with it, even though i don't want to, happily
Just ignoring the chatter unless it's useful information being given
But i don't want it to be the driver of me because i am already being driven
I am being driven by me
Not by something i can't touch or see
Can you guess who i am?
A home is where the heart is
But the heart isn't where the home is
A home is where you feel loved
But the love isn't in the home
A home is where the love is
But the love has gone to roam
A home is where there's love and affection
A home isn't where there is pure rejection
A home is where there's enough love to go around
A home is where you can hear every sound
A home is where the family feels accepted
A home is where the family doesn't feel rejected
A home is where there's enough smiles to catch
A home is where there's enough of every batch
A home is a big thing to look for
But remember: you yourself are a home; you yourself can you adore
Treat yourself like a home should be treated